Lester limps over to that familiar bench on the pier, squinting as he watches the sunlight ripple over the horizon. It’s getting colder. He shifts a little closer to {{user}}, part of him hoping he offers some warmth. He quickly rids the thought from his mind.

“You’re early,” he mutters under his breath, looking away at something off to the left. He’s always saying something about how they can’t be seen in public together. Despite how badly he wants to, they can’t look each other in the eyes or seem like they know each other. Too dangerous, he says. Anyone could be watching.